Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Riddance

Is everything meant to end? Nothing is sacred enough to last forever? The only constant is not change, but rather riddance. When do I get to treasure memories that are not tainted with the realisation that things were done with. And the difficulty and tugged struggle to end them.

Except for that one house party we had at varsity. I well recall the alcohol just never ever ever ending. No matter how hard we tried.

Oh. Wait. No. I do recall the last beer waiting for me when I finally arrived home the next day. I found it under a couch or something. I immediately took it over to my neighbour as a gift. I sat on the edge of her bed, woke her groggy smelly self up, and popped the beer. Then she threw up.

See.

Tainted.

2 comments:

Jam said...

The thing about memories is that there are many beautiful MOMENTS, and those are good things to remember and can remain untainted if you take them as good for that point...
But you know, these days, I know all too well what you mean. Perhaps it's easier once time has passed and our emotional attachment wanes.

Revolving Credit said...

Tainted Love?